Cordova

The volunteers, they come for your prayers

And some souvenirs

With ivory skin and boycott lessons

Year after year

Well I'm tracing your face up in the space

Of the bottom bunk, oh

CordovaWhere

I cried and

I criedI knew

I was trading on things that

I didn't have

The things that

I didn't have

Now you come to me

With revolution's infidelity

With blacklisted friends and

Tupperware kin

And your big history

Well I'm tracing your face up in the space

Of the bottom bunk, oh

CordovaWhere

I cried and

I criedI knew

I was trading on things that

I didn't have

The things that

I didn't have

I memorize the lullabies of dwindling lives

The lay of the land, the touch of each hand

We lose by and by

I'm tracing your face up in the space

Of the bottom bunk, oh

CordovaWhere

I cried and

I criedI knew

I was trading on things that

I didn't have

The things that

I didn't have